Ruby was, as her sister often made known, a tough cookie. She'd been through a lot of painful experiences, even before the tourney, so she considered her pain tolerance to be quite high. That was, of course, before the girl of her dreams had rammed a blade through her left leg.

"CROOK AND—" She tried to push Weiss off her impaled leg, but the movement made her teeth clamp tightly over the half-uttered curse. She seethed with pain, her eyes locked on the weapon in her thigh.

"Shite!" Weiss scrambled off of Ruby, but she found her hand locked tightly around the ichor-covered sword's grip, her fingers refusing to heed her commands. As such, the blade wrenched around in Ruby's leg.

"Shite!" Ruby cried, her hands shakily rising towards the blade.

'Don't let me go,' a voice whipped across Weiss' mind. 'Don't you fucking dare.'

Weiss' eyes opened wide. She looked around, searching for the origin of the voice, but the only other thing she could hear was Ruby's strained cries. She winced as the girl's arms dropped, seemingly resigning to her pain. "Weiss, please! I'm sorry for what I said! J-just… please!"

Weiss' gaze frantically jumped between the smith and the sword. She tried to unwrap her fingers again, but they stayed clenched around the hilt like a vice. "N-no, Ruby, it's not— I can't!"

"What do you mean, you can't!" Ruby threw her head back and hissed, her breaths coming fast and hard. "Just get it out!"

"I mean I can't let it go!" Weiss answered.

"Then pull it out!" She screwed her eyes shut against the white-hot lance of pain. "Agh, gods!"

'That would be acceptable,' the voice rang again in Weiss' head, prompting another fruitless and panicked search around her. 'You may pull me out, but if you try to let go, I will stop.'

"Where the hell are you!" Weiss shouted around her.

"Weiss, there's no one around! Just pull the nnngh—" Ruby growled and wrapped her own hands around the bare blade. "Just pull the damn sword out!"

Weiss put Ruby's voice in the back of her mind and breathed, searching for any kind of magical scent that wasn't hers or Ruby's.

"Weisspullthefuckingswordout!" Ruby growled, the words flying out so fast that they melded into one.

"Give me a second!" Weiss demanded, frantically searching around them. If somebody else was around, she needed to know.

Ruby made a sound of frustration and wrenched upwards herself, keeping her grip tight so her palms wouldn't slide along the edge. The blade slipped out of her leg like a hot knife through butter, drawing a spray of blood in its wake that mingled with the dark ichor coating Weiss.

Even if it felt like she had stuck her whole leg in her furnace, Ruby let out a groan of relief at the weapon's departure. Weiss, however, just stared at her with a mixture of shock and amazement, all fear of a stalker suddenly disappearing. "Did you just—"

A sharp, stinging clap rang out through the dark clearing, cutting off the heiress' words. For the second time, Ruby had slapped her.

"R-Ruby!" Weiss whined, her free hand cradling her cheek. "Why would you—"

"You ran from me!" Ruby growled, now squeezing her thigh tight as the pain wracked her. "Then you stabbed me in the god-damn leg! Yes, I fucking slapped you!"

Weiss blinked, unused to this level of anger. "I—"

"Don'teven try to explain yourself!" Ruby hissed, her silver eyes glimmering with rage that pierced the darkness. "Not now! Just…" she sucked air through her teeth and tried to push herself up, but another lance of pain sapped her strength, dropping her back onto a protruding root. "Help me get up."

Once again, Weiss felt like she'd been hollowed out. She absently pulled Ruby up with her free hand, the other still locked around the sword as she muttered, "I'm sorry." Her voice didn't even feel like her own.

Ruby leaned heavily against the heiress. "No, no, it's…" she sighed, wincing as she took her weight off her injured leg. Her Aura would kickstart the healing soon. "It's… I shouldn't have snapped at you. Or slapped you. It was an accident."

The two began hobbling towards distant light— magical flames left behind from Yang's assault. Weiss shook her head. "No, I am sorry. You're right. I ran."She closed her eyes and let out a mirthless chuckle. "To think I'd so callously accuse Blake of doing the same."

Ruby frowned, opened her mouth, then shut it again. She nodded to the sword still tight in Weiss' grip. "So… guess you found a new sword?"

Weiss blinked— she'd completely forgotten about the thing. She lifted it, examining its features.

It wasn't like any sword she'd seen before, but it held some vaguely familiar characteristics to common designs. It had a straight hilt, just long enough for one hand, and a stout cap that was flush with the handle's end. A long guard with straight edges extended down over Weiss' knuckles, similar to the knife-like messers of her home country, though this one angled sharply inwards at its end, enclosing her grip as if its maker was worried the thing would slip out the wielder's hand. Its blade was also messer-esque with its single cutting edge, but much thinner than any that Weiss had seen before. It was also slightly wider at the end, making its curve noticeable, and a thorn-like protrusion poked out from the edge, right where she thought a ricasso should be.

Weiss scowled at the blade in her hand. It was entirely inelegant— unfit for graceful hands like her own— made for murderous slashes and flesh-hooking thrusts. Not at all like the Myrtenaster she knew and loved. Beneath the barbarous design, however, she could see a hint of an inlay. That was the most fine detail she could discern, though, as the entire thing was covered in black ichor.

'Barbarous? Is that really what you think of me?' Weiss jolted at the sharp voice between her ears. 'I'll show you.'

Weiss' head whipped around. "What the hell—"

"Uh, Weiss, your sword is—"

A sweet chrysanthemum aroma suddenly overpowered Weiss' senses, accompanied by an intense vibration through the hilt in her hand. She looked down in confusion, and found the whole blade violently shaking. Its ichor coating bubbled.

The flowery aroma was suddenly overcome with rotting ham as ichor exploded from the blade, splattering over the girls' faces. The voice, this time smug, hissed imploringly into her skull.

'Bask.'

Weiss blinked the fluid from her eyes, finding the sword in front of her face, raised unbidden by her own hand.

Every drop of black liquid had been violently cast from the weapon, leaving pure magnificence in its wake. The sweeping blade was a gleaming, reflective silver, with an inlay of sparkling white gold. The inlay hugged the back edge with a thick line that branched out in familiar volute curls— a fay design. A fay sword. In the hands of a Schnee.

"Wow…" Ruby cooed.

"Oh, gods…" Weiss groaned.

Blake was going to kill her.

AN: stabbed through the leg and youre to blame~

also ive got some amateur little sketches of all the (current) canon weapons, i can make a tumblr for it or something if anyone wants to see, just to get a better idea lol